Stress

Wrote this after coming home from a very stressful day at school. Edgar Allen Poe's "The Raven" also gave me inspiration for this poem, as you can see I have included some of his language into it.

I lay there napping, with something tapping, Dreaming of my unspoken lore. I awaken, as I felt quite shaken, As a clasp of thunder sounds off in the distance. I get up and stare, there’s a sudden flare As a streak of lightning flashes across the midnight sky. Quite as I knelt, because of something I felt, Knowing the secrets I hide within. My cat fled, as I rose up and said, No longer can I keep these hidden. Releasing the anger I store, there was thunder no more, Outside of this dreaded house. I look out the door, the birds they sore, The clouds start to thicken. My cat runs out, with out a doubt, He shall not return. I sit on the chair, pulling my hair, Pandering what I should do. I fell to the ground, With a thundering sound, Screaming I can’t take it any more.

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